Ah right, sorry, Greg. You got your clothes off because you’d spent two days “in the saddle” and bathing options were limited. Thank God that in the prehistoric land of no baths and showers you were still able to get phone reception.

Now let’s take a closer look at that saddle of yours. We’ve got to admit, the shots of Norman perched atop his trusty steed are pretty impressive.

We particularly like the caption in one of the above photos: “I have a therapist. Her name is nature.”

Being the horrible weekend hackers we are here at News.com.au, we won’t dare make a joke about the names of any therapists he may or may not have needed after the entire 12 months that comprised 1986 (when he won just one major despite leading all four after three rounds). Or after the 1987 Masters. Or after the 1996 Masters.

Nope, we’ll steer well clear of that, just like most golfers steer clear of making any loud fashion statements on the course. But how do you reckon Norman would go if he strolled up to the first tee rocking the cowboy look he’s pulling off so effortlessly below?

There’s an undoubted winner when it comes to the weirdest thing we’ve seen on Norman’s Instagram of late. Why the two-time major winner thinks the rest of the world wants to see his stud Sunny getting freaky with another horse is beyond us.

To be honest, as much as we’re poking fun at Norman here (we promise it’s lighthearted), we really have no right to. The guy has more golfing talent in his proverbial little finger than 99 percent of the population and is a successful entrepreneur with millions in the bank.